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Jonathan Rynhold

ByJonathan Rynhold, Jonathan Rynhold

Opinion

Cycling towards affirmation

October 13, 2016 11:08
BIKE
3 min read

Who will live and who will die?" These words, at the heart of the Yom Kippur prayers, echo across the Jewish world uniting Israel and the diaspora. Yet there is a deep chasm separating the experience of Yom Kippur in the sovereign Jewish state and elsewhere.

In London, New York and Paris, while it is Yom Kippur in every synagogue, outside it's just another day, with all the usual hustle and bustle. Whereas, at the same time in Jerusalem, Tel Aviv and Modi'in, it seems as if the world has stopped, or at least paused to catch its breath from our frenetic pace of life. Not everyone is in synagogue, but no one is at work. The shops and cinemas are closed, Israeli TV and radio are silent and the streets are devoid of motor vehicles. Yom Kippur in Israel is a calm day, almost serene.

It is also boom time for bicycles. Nature abhors a vacuum, and so the absence of cars on the road is filled by children peddling up and down the streets of Israel on their bikes. Indeed, the loudest noise you are likely to hear on Yom Kippur is the ring of the bell on a child's bicycle.

However, back in 1973, the wailing sirens drowned out the bicycle bells as Israel was forced to respond to the surprise attack from Egypt and Syria. Trucks pulled up outside synagogues and took young Israelis straight to the front line. Defence Minister, Moshe Dayan, intoned that the very existence of "the Third Temple" was in danger. Over 2,600 Israelis died and more than 9,000 were wounded. Although Israel won, it remains a powerful national trauma, etched deeply in the collective psyche.